Ok, now is everyone ready to find Mike and the equipment?

Peter: I'm ready! Poor Michael! :(

Micky: Ready!

Davy: Me, too!

(We open in the caves. Micky lands, carrying Lauren. Peter has Valerie on his back.)

Peter: It's a shame Daph couldn't come, but she had to feed Lizzie.

Davy: *lands* We'll make it up to 'er.

Peter: (Lands; Ursula comes in behind them) Ok, Mick, how do you think... (smiles as the car creeps in) Oh hi, Urse!

Ursula: Don't "hi" me! You brought me out here for a reason, and I don't particularly like siting outside in the scorching heat!

Peter: Micky's gonna track down Michael! :D

Ursula: And how are we going to do that if we don't know where he went?

Peter: Micky was working on the monitors that tell us where danger is. Now they'll tell us when one of US is in danger, too, not just a place where danger is!

Ursula: That's usually wherever YOU are.

Micky: Very funny, Urse.

Ursula: Has anyone tried to contact Emma on the communicator yet?

Peter: I will. Maybe she'd take it better if she heard it from me.

Valerie: I don't know about that, honey...

Peter: (Flips his communicator open) Emma! Em? Are you there?

Emma: (Groggy) Peter, it's really late here, and I've been feeling lousy. What is it?

Peter: Em...it's Mike?

Emma: (Groans) I knew it. I KNEW that's what that feeling in my stomach was!

Peter: He's missing, Em. He disappeared, along with some special equipment the CIS gave to Valerie to keep an eye on. They think he and Honeywell did it!

Emma: Mike has his own special recording equipment in part of the garage. He wouldn't steal, well, not nowadays, anyway.

Peter: We know that, but the CIS doesn't. Mike was supposed to be testing the equipment last night, but he vanished, with all the equipment. We think Sheila and Alex have something to do with it.

Emma: That's hardly surprising. (Frowns) Recording equipment? (Thoughtful) I'm covering a convention on the latest in recording technology for the Malibu Beach Register. (Grumble) They think I'm an expert on this stuff, just because my husband's a rock star. (Sigh) Well, anyway, I've heard people talking about something really hush-hush. A way to record twice as much information onto a smaller disc using lasers.

Peter: (Nods) We're not supposed to tell anybody...but that's more-or-less what our equipment was. How fast can you get home?

Emma: Pete, this convention isn't ending for another week! I might be able to get out of the last few days, but I really do need to interview people tomorrow and the next day. (Pause) You know, I might be able to do some research on this end. I could see what I can find out here. I'll tell them it's for my article, which will be partially true.

Peter: You think you could, Em?

Emma: I have to do SOMETHING to get Mike back, or I'll go crazy! Anyway, this whole thing is boring. It'll be a lot more interesting than listening to a bunch of men drone on about how much better their record player is than the other guys'.

Peter: Thanks, Em. You be careful. :)

Emma: Thanks, Pete. And Pete...

Peter: Yeah?

Emma: Is Katie ok?

Peter: Katie's fine. She's at the Montgomery House right now. :)

Emma: Tell her I love her, Peter. A lot.

Peter: I will, Em. Good luck!

Emma: You too.

Peter: (Flips the communicator off, then turns to the others with a sigh) Em knew something was wrong with Mike. She felt sick. She can't get out of the convention now, but she's going to do some research on the laser recording machines.

(Micky is tinkering around with the monitor. Lauren leans over him, occasionally handing him tools or chemicals.)

Peter: How's it going, Mick?

Lauren: Give him a little more time. He's deep in thought.

Ursula: Well, I'm sure that doesn't go very far.

Peter: I wonder if we could track down the equipment this way, too? It IS lasers.

Micky: Got it! :D

(The monitor fires up, showing one of Alex's labs in the devil's hide-out.)

Peter: (Shudders) Ugh. Figures.

Valerie: They WOULD have something to do with this! X(

Micky: Wait, wait...it's still locating... *the monitor finally zooms in on the room where Mike is* Found him!

Peter: (Gulps a sob at the sight of the wolf who is bound to the steel table and heavily muzzled) Oh god, poor Michael! No wonder he never responded to my communicator this morning!

Valerie: They did it AGAIN! Look at him!

(Alex and Madame come in, the former wearing a lab coat. There's gasps of surprise from the boys.)

Peter: HER? But I thought Michael said she was in a prison in China!

Valerie: A wha...who?

Peter: That's Madame Orinsky! She's the lady who tried to get the microfilm, and Mike switched it!

Ursula: (Sighs) I do remember hearing this story.

*Alex walks over to the prone Mike, wires in hand. He tapes the wires to various parts of Mike's wolf body, the goes to a computer and types.*

Madame: (Strokes Mike) Not so clever now, are we? Won't be switching microfilm, making Madame look like a fool.

Peter: Oh...oh, it IS her! She's after Mike!

Ursula: She must blame him for her arrest.

(The wolf writhes helplessly in it's bindings, trying to escape the wires.)

Madame: What are wires doing to him?

Alex: I'm just going to have a little fun with him.

(The wolf tries to pull at the wires, but his paws are too tightly bound. His body spasms, then calms, and his eyes become glassy.)

Madame: Make him not-so clever, not so sure. Make him willing to obey. (She strokes his fur, though he flinches at her touch)

Peter: No! Don't hurt him!

(He thrashes, trying to fight Alex's programming.)

Sheila: (Enters in her normal clothes; goes to Alex) How's it coming, Alex? Have you prepared him for my bed yet?

Madame: (Raises her eyebrows) Really, Sheila... :p

Alex: Just about.

Sheila: When he's HUMAN, Elena. :p

Madame: Why don't we make some real use out of him after he is tame?

Sheila: How so? (Turns to Alex) What ARE you doing to him, anyway?

Alex: It's a form of brainwashing. Recircuiting, if you will.

Peter: WHAT?

Valerie: Peter, it would never work on Mike for long. He's just too stubborn.

(Mike's body finally falls still, his brown eyes becoming clouded. Shelia looks up at Alex and smirks.)

Sheila: How would you like a little treat? Would you like to show Elena how we read a soul?

Madame: Read a soul? (Smirks herself) This could be most interesting.

Sheila: Find out just how tame our little pet wolf is now.

Alex: *places his fingers over Mike's heart* Just place your fingers over his heart and feel.

Madame: Well? Will we be able to use him to track down the others?

Sheila: Will he willingly go into my bed?

Madame: Really, Sheila, I like good man as much as any, but this more important!

Sheila: How?

(Mike whimpers a little when Alex puts his fingers over his heart, but does not move.)

Sheila: Is he ready to be a slave, Alex?

Madame: Is he ready to find the others and be an attack animal?

Alex: *rolls his eyes* Yes, yes, YES! He's now ready to do anything we wish. Sheesh. You women and your hormones.

Peter: (Wails) Micky, turn it off! TURN IT OFF! I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANYMORE!

Micky: *turns off the monitor* Well, THAT was disturbing.

Peter: (Sobs) Oh god...oh god...poor Michael!

Valerie: No wonder Em was feeling lousy.

Peter: Alex and Sheila must have done something to him! He shouldn't still be a wolf now!

Valerie: Probably turned him into a wolf without his help or prolonged it.

Peter: I WANNA GO HOME!

Valerie: I don't know about "go home," but I think we should get out of here.

Ursula: I agree. Perhaps we could go to the Cartwright Mansion or the Montgomery House, both of which are more protected, and plan our strategy there.

Valerie: Maybe we'd better take you this time, Urse. We'll need all the energy we can get to go against Sheila and Alex again, and Madame probably has flunkies of her own.

*A dark light appears, revealing the trio of villains and Mike.*

Alex: I hope you're all well rested.

Peter: (Goes to Ursula, sticks his hand on a panel on the dashboard; his bow and arrows appear as the others do the same to get their weapons) Alex, it's getting late, so we're going to get to the point. Let Michael go and return that equipment (draws and arrow) or else.

Ursula: Sheila, please, get your mind out of your crotch and return that boy to his human form, before his wife comes home and clonks you over the head anyway.

Madame: Do you all talk so much every time you're attacked?

(She's answered by a bow and arrow that nearly parts Alex's curls.)

Alex *yelps* Hey!

Peter: (The bow is still held high) You know I only do this when needed, Alex. Let him go.

Alex: *lets Mike go* Get them!

(Mike goes after Peter first as "Tapioca Tundra" begins. Peter pulls away in horror as Mike reaches up to snap at his arm.)

Peter: (Over the music) Michael, it's me! It's Peter Tork, your bandmate and best friend!

(Valerie whacks Mike over the head with the butt of her short sword, which gets him away from Peter but enrages him further.)

(Madame smirks. She crooks a finger at Davy...then knocks him head over heels into the crystal walls.)

(Mike goes after Micky, who duels with Alex. He bites his rear, then tries to scratch him.)

*Micky tries to kick at Mike without hitting him, to make him get away.*

(Mike tugs at Micky's shirt, then bites his leg - not too hard, luckily for Micky.)

*Micky still cries out, then gets conked in the head by Alex using the handle of his dagger.*

(Ursula finally knocks Mike out with one of her doors, leaving a wolf-shaped dent in it.)

Ursula: Everyone get in! This romp could go on all night!

Valerie: (Over the music) I agree. Lauren, you drive. Peter, get Mike. Davy, help me with Mick.

Lauren: Right!

(Ursula blows a smokescreen; when it subsides, the music has ended and Madame, Alex, and Sheila are in an empty crystal cave.)

Madame: Damn it! Where did they get car from spy film?

Sheila: The curly-haired one fancies himself a mechanical genius.

Madame: Do we not have such vehicle? They have the wolf! We must get them!

Alex: Of course we do! *snaps his fingers and the black mustang appears*

Sheila: Well, due to time factors and my...urges...let's get on the road!

(Sheila and Alex climb into the front seat; Madame gets in the back.)

Madame: (Looks around appreciatively) Certainly beats Russian vehicles.

Voice: Thank you.

*Alex smirks.*

Madame: What that voice? Who said that?

Voice: I did.

Alex: *runs a hand over the dashboard* Haven't named her yet.

Madame: Your car speaks? How it do that?

Sheila: I don't know about that "she." There's something very...masculine...about this gas-guzzler.

Voice: Artificial intelligence. And I am NOT a gas-guzzler.

Alex: *glares at Sheila* Picky, picky. He, she, whatever! :P

Voice: Technically, I am an "it."

Alex: And a little too artificially intelligent for its own good.

Madame: Should we not get moving, no matter what it is? They have head start!